What happened to singing?
Writing songs out of tune,
They used to be so happy,
I wrote them for you.
I would sing so loudly,
My confidence was real,
Now my words are whispers,
Lost in the pain you’ve made me feel.
Maybe not on purpose,
But you’ve put a tune to my sadness,
Whispers to my voice,
They’re no longer happy,
I no longer write for you.
The only place you hold in my verses,
Is a cause for pain,
It’s sad it has come to be this way,
Singing is no longer the same.